Steady

I think our fingers
must still be touching,
suspended in that moment before
you pulled yours away.

And still
my hair was blowing
in the draught you caused
when you turned away
abruptly,
disturbing the air-
my there
with you.

I watched you
from my second-floor window
as you got into your car.
Your hands on the wheel
were steady.
And steady, steady, steadily
drove further away
than I could see.

Suspended
in that moment before
you removed yourself
from my sight,
before

and I think
I can still see you
in the hallway,
my hair not blowing yet,
our fingers touching,
in that moment
when you almost
changed your mind.